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Source:
Adults
Author:
Isabella Thornston
Title:
The Ride
Old thin narrowed keys fit easily in my fingers.
I insert them in the dash and pump the pedal,
fully twice. Pistons fire and the deep throaty rumble
of exhaust is felt. My palm gloves the shifter fitting perfectly.
My foot presses the brake. I feel excited, like a rider
on a snorting stallion, anticipating the run.
As I put her into gear, she jumps
in the saddle and is hard to hold back, wanting to
run free. My foot presses the excellerator.
Gasoline is pumped resulting in a wonderfully
powerful forward motion. Motoring. Windows down
I feel my hair flapping in the breeze. I feel her need to run, so
I give her the reins and let her go. I smile at the release
of her power, her speed.
Sunshine, blue skies, hot tires,
73 Camaro,
shiny orange with black racer stripes.
Prius eat your heart out!
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